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mikanotes · 7 days

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out of reach ft. baek harin x gn!reader 2.1k words warnings: nervous breakdown, implied manipulation and bullying, reader nd harin are Slightly toxic, smoking, not really proofread Sorry!

author’s note: finally watched pyramid game! harin is so dear to me i love her. anyways here’s this

Clouds of smoke and overpriced cigarettes. The faint smell of perfume, struggling to cover the overwhelming, biting scent of tobacco. The sound of a lighter clicking shut, and a disdainful laugh. Condescending. The very image of a typical rich, high-school bully.

Then she sighs, softly, and it all changes.

The smoke dissipates to reveal a gentler expression (though the void in her eyes cannot be hidden), and the cigarette smell seems to leave with the passing breeze. She smiles softly and relaxes her shoulders. “I’m expecting great things from you.” she says, hiding a don’t you dare disappoint in between her words. She chuckles quietly to herself and turns on her heel. The school princess.

“Let’s go.” she says, her tone on the edge of something hurried. Like her facade, though perfectly constructed and practiced, might threaten to break if she stays any longer. You don’t reply but push yourself off of the wall to walk at her side when she strolls past where you were waiting.

The moment you’re far away enough from that hidden corner by the school entrance, Harin tenses again. You look down and see her thumb pressing its nail into her palm’s skin. Into flesh, at this rate. “Harin.” you call. She blinks out of her thoughts and turns her gaze to you. “What is it?”

“I’m thinking.” she replies honestly, bits of that kind demeanor slowly crumbling to reveal a more honest, yet possibly less furious side to her. One you’re more acquainted with.

“You do that too much.” you heave a deep sigh, “Seriously. Have you had a moment to breathe at all this week?”

Baek Harin is calculating. Always calculating each of her moves— Every interaction with all of her classmates, her family, her past present and future, the adults at her school. She carefully reviews the way she presents herself down to the detail. And now, she calculates everything Seong Suji does, everyone she interacts with, everyone around her, everything she does truthfully and all she does that seems fake— add more to the list.

That’s just a recipe for disaster. But you’ve also known her for long enough to know that having a calm mind free of worries and overthinking is a privilege Harin hasn’t had since her early childhood years. The way she functions now is her own idea of normal, and it has been for much too long to even consider the idea of changing. So you don’t try to change it. But you try to calm her down, when she allows you to attempt it.

“I’m breathing fine.” she scoffs slightly, “I can’t afford not to think. Especially not…” she trails off like she’s remembered something, and you frown.

She reaches for her pillbox but it escapes her grasp, falling on the concrete. You reach over to grab it but she’s quicker than you. The moment the thing is in her hand, she opens it and shakes three vitamin tabs into her palm, before freezing in place.

You slow down and stop in your tracks, barely a meter back, then slowly approach her. Her eyes are flitting between the box and the pills themselves, her lip trembling as if struggling to get a word out. You start reaching out towards her but she suddenly throws all of the vitamins back into their little chamber. She clicks the pillbox close and puts it back into her pocket, then fumbles to get something else.

“Harin.”

She finally manages to find what she was seemingly so desperate to find, and opens the pack of cigarettes. She grabs one and shakily sets it between her lips, before repeating the whole searching process for her lighter.

“Harin.”

Once the golden thing’s in her hand, she clicks to light up a flame, once, twice, three times, to no avail. You swear her hand is beginning to shake.

“Baek Harin!”

“Fuck.”

She spits the cigarette to the ground and nearly crushes the rest of the pack in her hand. Her teeth bite into her lip to stifle a scream of frustration, you guess, and she goes back to digging her nails into the flesh of her hand.

You slowly set a hand on her shoulder and she lets you, though she does look much too lost in her own head to register anything other than the ground she’s been blankly staring at. “…Let’s go home.” you say, tone softer.

She nods in agreement.

Baek Harin’s definition of a home has changed several times over the years. Haneul Orphanage, the house of the family she was adopted into, and yet neither ever truly gave her the feeling that it was what home was supposed to feel like. She isn’t relieved when she steps foot into her house, she just feels more at ease to continue preparing her so-called schemes. Still, it is a house, her family lives there, and she never lacked anything. It’s a fine place to be.

But when she’s here, in comparison…

“I’m home.” you sigh as you take off your shoes. Harin sees your cat walk past the entrance hallway and stop to look at you, clearly waiting for something. And when you look at it, you smile and go pet it. It’s just that easy for them to get what they want in life, huh? She feels your gaze on her and looks at you.

“What?”

“Are you planning to stay at the door?”

She blinks. Right. She unclasps her shoes and slides them off her feet before she steps inside. She barely notices she’s breathing out a sigh of relief before a wave of exhaustion hits her. It makes her wonder for a moment if she was right to take the pillbox earlier. Maybe she forgot to take them during the day? She had so much to do. Did she? If she’s forgetful about this, she could be about much more important things….

She’s reminded of her near-breakdown just earlier and holds back from picking at her nails. She rarely reaches the brink of losing it this badly. She really needs to do something about the direction the game is going towards, or else she fears she might break at the wrong time.

“Harin.” you call, bringing her out of her thoughts, and she realizes you already walked to your kitchen, and you’re peeking at the corner of the wall to see her. “Do you want something?”

She stares at you a bit coldly, almost frowning. It’s clear she’s not entirely out of her own head, yet.

“Cola.” she says, “Do you have any?”

You scoff. “When do I not?”

She takes off her small backpack and walks further inside. This small place… She would dislike it. She’s not one to be picky, but growing up in a luxury house for nearly ten years makes you dislike cramped spaces. At least she does. But she’s used to this apartment having you in it, and many times in the past, her, whenever she needed a place to go to that wasn’t her own house.

Sometimes she thinks maybe she isn’t grateful enough to have you. Sometimes.

“My game feels like it’s falling apart.” she sighs, walking into the living room. She plops down on the couch, tossing her bag aside and taking out her phone. “This girl is actively trying to ruin all of it.”

“Seong Suji?” you ask from the kitchen. There’s a hint of something in your voice that she hasn’t heard before. It’s sour and new.

She wants to hear it again.

“Yes. Seong Suji…” she trails off, “I swear even having 24/7 cameras on her wouldn’t help me stop her from doing all this.” she scoffs.

You hum in response, then it grows quiet. Harin feels a smile pull at her lips. She can practically see how much thoughts this small conversation provoked in your mind. Seong Suji? Is she the problem? She is. But is she in this case, too?

She’s curious.

“Still, I guess she’s a bit cute. Interesting, too. I’ve never had anyone stand up to me this much before.”

“Yeah?” you answer blankly, joining her. You set down the two glasses of cola on the coffee table just harshly enough for it to cause an audible clang. “Maybe because you're so used to having everyone bow to you and your every requests?”

“You don’t.”

“Don’t I?”

“You sound bitter.” Harin laughs, setting down her phone on her lap and propping up her elbow on the armrest. She sets her index under her chin and looks at you as you rummage through your backpack. The glimpse she gets of your face confirms you indeed seem unnerved about something. Cute… No, this is more than cute.

“I’m not.” you sigh, visibly straightening up. Your face relaxes and you glance towards her. “What’s with the staring?”

“Nothing. You’re nice to look at.”

You roll your eyes and grab your laptop from your bag and set it down on the table. Her eyes move to focus on it and she furrows her eyebrows. She didn’t know you still carried it around. She had to buy you one when it fell and the screen cracked, before. Irresponsible… Not that she minds buying for you. Not that you ask, either.

“Info on her friends. From other schools, I mean.”

Harin blinks, registering what you mean. “On Suji?” she mutters, eyes narrowing at the laptop. She tilts her head towards you with a small pout. “I never asked you that, did I?” she chuckles a little, leaning over to grab her glass.

This could be useful, but this doesn’t work.

You shake your head slightly. “Didn't.”

“So you’re just playing assistant, are you?” she huffs, “Thanks… But don’t do it again.”

You frown. “Why?”

“I don’t want you to get involved. You don’t even attend my school. It’ll only be trouble.”

— Besides, she doesn’t want you to be associated with this game and place as a whole more than needed. Just having you near the school is enough to make her stomach hurt. She has to have you be away from it all, at least. If not, she’ll feel like she’s still in it even when she’s with you. Then she won’t be able to sigh in relief once she steps inside your place anymore.

“Wouldn’t be the first time I get in trouble for you.”

“Mhm.” she laughs as she drinks, then turns to look at you once she’s done. The emotion leaves her face. “Don’t do it again.” she repeats, tone laced with hints of a threat. She means it.

“That doesn’t work on me, Harin.”

You stare at her and she doesn’t feel like looking away, either. You’re stubborn. She’s worse. This isn’t gonna end, and if it does, you might argue. She doesn’t feel like arguing.

“Do you like me?“ she decides to ask, just to throw you off a little.

“Are you insane?” you bite back, not missing a beat. Her smile deepens. She blinks away and leans back into the couch, sipping on her drink more.

“Not really.”

“False.”

“That’s rude?” she laughs, looking at you again. You raise your eyebrows and smile slightly, leaning to grab your glass.

“Too bad.” you say, before sipping on the cola. It’s a bit nostalgic. Drinking cola under dim lights when it feels like the world is only you two. This happened before, when she felt like her family’s very presence was suffocating, and locking herself in her room wasn’t enough— Or much earlier, when you were just kids, and you’d buy each other cola flavored popsicles. This kind of comfort makes her want more. She almost forgets about the game, for a moment.

The sour air in your voice and on your features seems to be gone now, so she figures the atmosphere is just as calming for you. Though she did enjoy seeing that look on your face… Your genuine, soft smile is one she enjoys a little bit more.

Now that she’s getting comfortable here, she doesn’t want to leave. She’ll take all the time she can get. She knows you don’t mind her staying. You may be above the rest when it comes to telling her off and not doing everything she asks, but you’re not above allowing nearly anything that helps her. And if letting her stay here, at the cost of possibly getting a death glare from her family members and irritating questions about any trouble she could’ve possibly caused for you, can help her?

Then she knows you wouldn’t refuse. Even if you pretend you could. She knows how important she is to you.

“I’m staying the night.”

“When did I say you could?”

“You didn’t have to.” she hums, reaching over to move strands of your hair away from your face. She smiles. “I know I can.”

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soshiharin · 6 months

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magnetic moon

summary: in which harin surprises tiffany on tour

set: 10 nov 2019

word count: 2.9k

warnings: swearing and i think thats it

an: note to self: write fics while listening to white noise. i was so productive like omg. words in bold are korean. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated💐

harin’s masterlist

Harin picked up her bag, making sure she had everything she needed, before leaving her hotel room. She walked down the hallway to the elevator, shifting the poster that was tucked under her arm. She pressed the button to the elevator, waiting for it to arrive before getting on.

She soon exited the hotel, getting into the taxi that the doorman hailed for her. Tapping her foot as the driver drove to the venue, she couldn’t quell the excitement bubbling in her chest.

“We’re here,” the driver said when he pulled up to the concert venue.

Harin dug around in her wallet for money to pay him. “Thank you so much.” She opened the door, taking her things with her before leaving.

Walking to the entry of the Brooklyn Steel, Harin took a picture of the sign that had her members name on it.

“Wah, Hwang Miyoung,” she muttered, smirking, “you’re incredible.”

She walked into the building, showing the security guard her ticket before entering the main hall. When she got in, she was surprised to see that there was still space in the front. She immediately made her way forward, squeezing her way through the crowd to reach the barricade.

“Is this spot taken?” She asked a group of people that were standing by the barricade.

One of the people, a girl, turned her head to Harin. “Oh, no it isn’t. We’ve been wondering when someone would come stand here,” she said.

“Cool.” Harin moved to stand next to the girl. She put her poster down by her feet, resting her hand on the barricade.

“Oh my god, I love your jewellery!” One of the other girls complimented, staring at Harin’s rings.

Harin flexed her hands. “Thanks, one of my friends got me them.”

“Your friend has amazing taste.” That comment came from a boy.

“I’ll make sure to tell her.”

The first girl turned to fully face Harin. “I’m Samantha,” she introduced herself.

“Harper,” Harin responded, using her English name instead of her birth name.

“This is Riley–” she pointed at the other girl– “Luke–” she pointed at the boy– “Anna–” she pointed at another girl, who waved– “and Maddie–” She pointed at another girl, who was staring at his phone.

“A big group you got there,” Harin commented.

Samantha smiled. “We’ve been friends since we were twelve. We bonded over our love for K-Pop — and Girls’ Generation of course! — and we’ve been friends ever since. My bias is Hyoyeon, Riley’s are Seohyun and Yuri, Luke’s are Taeyeon, Harin and Yuri and Maddie’s are Sunny, Sooyoung and Tiffany. What about you?”

Harin smiled at Samantha, trying to come up with a response. “Um, mine changes all the time. But right now, it’s Yoona.”

“Oh my god! I forgot to mention, but she’s my bias wrecker,” Samantha added, putting a hand over her chest.

Harin continued to make conversation with the small group until the concert started. They all cheered as the intro to Run For Your Life started playing, cheering even louder when Tiffany came on stage. Harin held up her poster — it read Love you Fanny Pack —, making sure she didn’t block the people behind her.

As she watched her member perform, Harin felt herself tear up. Knowing how much Tiffany worked to be on that stage, she was so proud of her. She managed to hold herself together until she heard the beginning of Run Devil Run. She put her sign down, wiping the few tears that began to roll down her cheeks.

Focusing on Tiffany, Harin didn’t notice how Riley kept looking at her and then down at her phone. Riley showed her phone to Maddie, both of them looking at Harin again, this time with recognition in their faces.

Harin continued singing along to the songs with everyone, having the time of her life. She held up her poster again as Tiffany began to sing Magnetic Moon, making sure she’d be able to see it properly. When Tiffany went to her side of the venue, she waved her poster as she sang along, hoping to gain her members attention. Unfortunately, Tiffany didn’t notice her and instead went back to the centre of the stage. She continued to sing the song until it came to the instrumental part.

“Give it up for my dancers!” She told the crowd, causing everyone to cheer. “And for my wonderful band,” she added, gesturing to the musicians on the stage with her. “And one more time, for yourselves, thank you Brooklyn.” She bowed to the audience. When she raised her head again, she caught sight of Harin’s poster, looking down to see her member. “Oh my fucking god!” She exclaimed, genuinely shocked. “What are you doing here?” She asked excitedly.

“I’m here to watch my Fanny Pack,” Harin answered, causing the crowd to look at her, some people cheering when they recognised her, others struggling to.

“Guys, um… Oh my gosh, Harin’s here,” Tiffany announced, causing the venue to erupt in cheers. She walked to where Harin was standing and crouched down on the stage. “You should’ve told me you were here,” she complained, “we could’ve sung Run Devil Run together.”

“Babes, when I tell you I burst into tears when you sang that song, I mean it,” Harin admitted with a laugh.

“Aw, were you ugly crying?”

Harin stopped laughing. “I have dignity. I would never ugly cry in public. I’m so offended, right now.”

Tiffany squealed. “Girl, come on stage right now!” She looked at one of the security guards by the stage. “Can you open the barrier for her?”

The guard opened the barrier, letting Harin through before closing it again. As Harin walked onto the stage, she caught a glimpse of Samatha’s group’s shocked expressions, causing her to laugh. Making her way on stage, she hugged Tiffany tightly when they reached each other.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much! Oh my god,” Tiffany said when they pulled apart. She watched as the drummer passed her a microphone. “Is this why all of you have a mic on you? Because you knew she was coming?”

“Everybody knew, but you darling,” Harin told her.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Oh my god, I need to introduce you to my little group,” she said, remembering the group of friends she was standing next to.

“For those of you who can’t understand her accent,” Tiffany started, knowing that Harin wasn’t going to repeat herself in a clearer tone, “she said that she’s gonna introduce me to her little group.”

Harin rolled her eyes. “So we’ve got Samantha, Riley, Luke, Maddie and Anna,” she said, pointing at the different people, who started freaking out. “You’re Maddie’s favourite member.”

“Aw, thank you Maddie.” Tiffany put a hand over her chest. “I hope you enjoyed today’s concert, as chaotic as this ending is.” She looked at Harin. “You do know what you being here means, right?”

“I don’t, sorry.”

“We have to sing Into The New World!” Harin stared at Tiffany blankly, causing the singer to sigh. “You don’t remember the lyrics, do you?”

The crowd started laughing as Harin thought. “Saranghae and then…”

“Just Google it, oh my god.”

“Cool.” Harin pulled her phone out, searching for the lyrics to the song. “Okay, you start singing, I’ll do the harmony.”

“Okay.” Tiffany started singing the chorus, Harin joining in to do the harmony that she and Seohyun do in the studio version. When they were done, Tiffany smiled as she addressed the audience, “Okay, um… Thank you for coming to the concert today, guys. I love you so much and goodnight!” The two women bowed before walking off stage, Harin looking back to make sure that she had all of her things.

When they reached backstage, Tiffany took off her microphone and talked with the staff members. Harin hung back, standing against the wall as she took photos of her member. After finishing speaking with the staff, Tiffany went to Harin’s side, leading her member to her dressing room.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she said, switching on the light. “Would you like water or anything?” She asked, going to a mini fridge in the corner of the room. She pulled out two bottles of water, holding one of them up in question.

“Yeah, thanks.” Harin nodded, sitting down on the small couch in the room.

Tiffany nodded, going to sit down next to Harin and handing her water. “So, how’s life?” She asked, shimmying her shoulders.

“Good! Wrapped The Eternals safely, visited Harrison and when I go back to Korea, I’m gonna have dinner with Dongwook’s parents.”

“Why would you have dinner with Dongwook sunbaenim’s p–” Tiffany’s eyes opened comically wide as she gasped. “You guys are back together?” She shrieked.

Harin bit her lip, fighting a smile. “Yeah. We got together again early this year. Seeing each other so often… brought up some emotions. Anyways, today isn’t about me. It’s about this girl I know, who just performed in the Brooklyn Steel. Do you know her?” She asked, Tiffany gradually blushing the more Harin spoke. “I think I’m in a group with her, but I can’t really remember h–”

“Okay, okay, okay!” Tiffany interrupted. “You wanna change the topic, I got it,” she playfully rolled her eyes. “But thank you so much for being here,” she thanked, voice full of gratitude. “It means a lot. Seriously.”

Harin rolled her eyes. “Of course I came! I love seeing the members doing their things. It wasn’t even a question of whether I was going to come or not, you know that right?”

“Totally,” Tiffany said, giving Harin her signature eye smile. “Ah! I’ve missed you so much!”

Harin nodded, untwisting the lid of her water bottle. “It has been way too long,” she agreed. “Should we end the hiatus?” She asked, referring to the hiatus that Girls’ Generation was on.

“We should, right? It’s just not, like, the same without the members. It’s still fun, but it’s kind of lonely,” Tiffany admitted, taking a sip of water.

Harin hummed as she drank her water. “I know what you mean. I was on the phone with Yuri the other day, and we ended up just crying about how much we missed working together… But it’s also very fun, like, doing this by ourselves.”

“Yeah, it’s like… we’re in charge of it? Kinda. Like, instead of the songs being Girls’ Generation’s sound, it’s Tiffany’s sound.”

“Yeah.” Harin sighed. “As sad as it is not having the members around all the time, it’s also very refreshing. Not saying I hate them or anything!” She said, realising how what she was saying sounded. “It just has given me a lot of time to, like, get to know myself better.”

Tiffany nodded enthusiastically. “Me too! Like, I devoted a lot of time to just figuring out who I am, and what I like, and what I need to do when I feel sad. It’s like I’m being myself more instead of, like, limiting myself to make other people comfortable.”

Harin groaned. “We did that a lot. Producer’s would ask us to tone it down, which is understandable because we needed to be palatable to the general public, but we also wanted to just be ourselves. Especially because we didn’t really know who we were.”

“Yeah. I think all of us are figuring out who we are right now. Like we’ve had bits and pieces of ideas of ourselves, but now we’re going in depth and finding out…”

“The nitty gritty,” Harin finished for her friend.

Tiffany clicked her fingers. “Exactly. Like I’ve found out so much about myself and it’s great! Like this is Tiffany Young.”

“We grew up well,” Harin commented, causing Tiffany to snort.

“You sound like your mom,” she explained as she continued laughing.

Harin chuckled before remembering something. “Oh my god, that reminds me!” She picked her bag up from the floor, digging around in it before retrieving a jewellery box. “This is for you.” She handed it to Tiffany, who gasped in surprise.

“Really?” She asked, accepting the box.

“How could they let me come here without a gift for their favourite daughter?” Harin joked, mentioning how her parents see all the members as their kids.

Tiffany opened the box, gasping when she saw a diamond necklace. On top of the necklace, was a note written by Harin’s parents. She read the note, smiling softly. “This is so touching, omo.” She stared at the necklace. “This is totally my style.” Frowning, she sighed. “I’m so thankful. Seriously.”

She suddenly looked up at Harin. “Let’s go live. On Instagram. Just talk with the fans and shit.”

Harin shrugged. “Okay.”

“We should do it on your account because I feel like if they get a notification that you’re live, it’ll be like ‘What the fuck is going on right now?’, you know?” Tiffany asked, closing the jewellery box and placing it next to her on the couch. “But if I went live, it’s like’ Okay–’” she shrugged dismissively– “‘she’s live.’ Like, there’s nothing crazy about it.”

“Okay, okay!” Hair exclaimed, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “We’ll go live on my account.” She unlocked her phone, going to the app. “Where are we gonna put the phone?”

Tiffany looked around the room. “Um, let’s take those chairs–” she pointed at two chairs next to the couch that had her makeup bags on them– “and go to the vanity. We’ll have great lighting.”

The two women moved the makeup bags off of the chairs, moving the chairs to the vanity area. They sat down as Harin started the livestream, chatting amongst themselves as they waited for people to join.

“Everybody’s coming in all at once!” Tiffany noted as she looked at the screen. “This is truly a once in a lifetime event.”

Harin rolled her eyes. “I use Instagram… when I feel like it.”

“But not enough.” Tiffany giggled, before addressing the viewers again, “Hi, everyone.” She waved. “If you were at today’s show then you know Harin was too. And now we’re going live because, why not?” She smiled, crinkling her nose. “How did you arrange everything?”

“I DMed one of the dancers and just asked if she could help me surprise you,” Harin said, “and then she got everybody in on it, I guess. Thank you so much, Delia.”

“Seriously, thank you Delia,” Tiffany echoed, making a heart with her hands. She leaned forward to read some comments. “‘Harin, solo comeback when, queen?’” She read out. “A lot of the comments are asking about new music.”

Harin stared at the screen with a shocked expression. “Um, I’m not really… Like, I haven’t made any plans for one. I’m not really working towards a comeback, as of right now. I just… am focusing on acting and want to work more towards that,” she admitted.

“Okay, then, by what year will you have released more songs?” Tiffany asked. “You gotta give them something to work with.”

“Let’s say… 2021. In two years.” She decided, seeing as the comments sped up. “I’ll make sure to arrange my schedule so that I can comeback in 2021. Just for you, SONE.”

Tiffany cheered. “We have a date, people! Mark your calendars.”

They continued to talk with fans, adding Yoona to the livestream when they noticed she was commenting a lot. There were many times where they had to remind each other that they weren’t on FaceTime whenever one of them almost revealed something private. For the fans watching, it felt like a catchup session with friends.

“I have to go now,” Yoona said with a sigh after forty minutes.

“I should also get going now,” Harin echoed, checking the time.

Tiffany blew a kiss and waved. “Thanks for coming, Yoona.”

Yoona pouted as she waved goodbye to everyone. “Bye, everyone,” she said before leaving the livestream.

“This has been fun, right?” Harin asked. “But now I have to go and I think Tiffany’s also going to have to go, so… Thank you for watching this.” She turned to Tiffany. “What do you say when you end a livestream?”

Tiffany burst out laughing, much to Harin’s confusion. “Just say bye!”

“Okay, bye everyone!” Harin leaned forward as she tried to end the livestream. “Is this the one?” She wondered as she pressed a button, groaning when the camera flipped instead of ending the stream. “Bloody flipped it ‘aven’t you?” She muttered, her Goerdie accent coming out thick. “Yah, help me!” She called out to Tiffany, who was laughing at her member’s struggle. Eventually, Tiffany helped Harin end the livestream.

“It was lovely seeing you, my lover,” Harin said as she stood by the door when she had collected her bag. “Until next time.”

Tiffany stepped forward, engulfing her friend in a hug. “Until next time,” she said, squeezing Harin tightly. They pulled apart soon after. “Wait, don’t forget your poster.” She moved to fetch the poster Harin made, but was stopped by her voice.

“Keep it. To remember me by.”

Tiffany groaned. “You’re so dramatic, oh my gosh.” She waved goodbye to her member. “Bye, Harin.”

“Bye, babe. I’ll text you when I get to my hotel.”

“Please do.”

“Yeah.”

Harin walked out of the building, catching a taxi back to her hotel. Just as she promised, she texted Tiffany when she arrived at the hotel. As she lay in bed after doing her night time routine, she scrolled through Twitter, seeing all of the tweets people had tagged her in. She liked some, and retweeted some, laughing to herself when she saw a specific one.

luke’s holiday night @scrtlovesong

can’t believe i was sitting next to my queen @jangharin_ and didn’t realise it

Harin @jangharin_

Honey, I’m everywhere

Harin Commented:

@scrtlovesong: can’t believe i was sitting next to my queen @jangharin_ and didn’t realise it

tagging: @moongrlz

©️ jang harin

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creambunnie · 1 year

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ONEWE - Harin X You

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Enjoy~

You were trying your best not to fall asleep in your second class of the day. It had been an exhausting week and all you wanted to do was get all your classes over and done with before collapsing on your bed.

You scanned the lecture room and was disappointed when you didn't see your cute crush, Ju Harin. He was your motivation to go to your morning class, but seeing that he wasn't there just made you even more exhausted.

The professor was just about to start a new topic when the door opened, revealing none other than Harin. You quickly sat up when you saw him and admired his whole being. You noticed that Harin was carrying a helmet with him. That was a first. You figured he must have been in a rush and rode a motorcycle.

Your eyes followed him through your peripheral vision and saw that Harin sat on the same row as you but on the right side, while you were on the left.

Throughout your class, you tried to focus on the lecture and sometimes sneak a peek on Harin to distract yourself from dozing off.

After class, you slowly packed your things, still sitting while you wait for Harin to walk first so you could admire him longer.

As you looked at Harin leaving, you noticed something missing. You turned to his seat earlier and saw that he had left his helmet! At this moment, a lot of things were going through your mind. Do you chase after Harin and give it to him? Is it finally your y/n moment ? Or do you just wait for him to realise that he forgot his helmet?

You were contemplating in your head when suddenly Harin entered the room once again. Your breath paused from feeling shocked. Harin passed by your table as he picked up his belonging which was on the floor. You still secretly peeked at Harin, but jumped in your seat when Harin suddenly turned to look at you with a small smile.

You cleared your throat and slowly looked away. You quickly took your backpack and was about to stand up when Harin passed something to you. He winked before leaving again.

It was a note.

'I left my helmet so that I have an excuse to come back into the room and see you again. Your panic reaction was cute. See you tomorrow!'

Your cheeks warmed up. Harin... He did not forget about the helmet, he deliberately left it.. He, Ju Harin called you cute.

a/n: hope yall enjoyed this short Harin fluff! I am indeed exhausted from uni so i came here to distract myself from crying lol

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luvdzu · 1 year

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harin’s background / casting story

Born into a family of farmers in Jeonju, Harin spent her childhood helping out in her family’s farm, doing menial tasks like watering plants, checking the condition of plants, helping during harvesting and packing their produce. Despite having a big age gap with her older brother they managed to stay close to each other which is the result of helping each other all the time.

As a child, Harin was easily curious, she wondered and asked questions a lot which caused great entertainment for the people in her village especially the elders. Despite her curious nature, Harin was a shy child and would often stick to talking to her brother. Her older brother, Yoon Haru, would listen attentively to her questions and spend time reading to answer her curiosities.

Harin’s father was always supportive of their dreams and ambitions, and Harin being a curious child, she often asked her parents to sign her up in different afterschool activities joining different extracurricular events in their community, sticking with Taekwondo as her main sport often participating in competitions and even reaching the likes of both international and national events.

Taekwondo was the highlight of Harin’s childhood as it opened a lot of opportunities for her, and a chance to bloom outside her shell. A turning point in Harin’s life was during her last year in middle school, when she was using her older brother’s phone and stumbled upon an open audition ad from BigHit. With her older brother’s email, she sent an application letter and coincidentally, her father was making deliveries to Seoul during the time so she came with him.

During the hour drive to Seoul, Harin personally told her father that she wants to audition and try it out, which her father was quick to agree and offered to drive her there personally. But the female disagreed saying she should at least help out before going off to the city.

A few hours before the audition, she helped her father with their deliveries and on the way she was casted by a manager to give her a call for an audition for the next quarter. Seeing it as a sign, Harin went to the audition where she met the same manager who was shocked on how quick the female went explaining the auditions would be for the fall.

Submitting her sheet from the email sent from her brother’s phone, the staff became more surprised to see Harin, as they expected Haru to audition based on the email address. Nonetheless, Harin was able to audition and pass, marking the beginning of her trainee years.

During her first year as a trainee, Harin would split her time training and practicing Taekwondo riding the train to Seoul as soon as class ended.She did this for six months before her father asked her and she came clean about passing the auditions in BigHit. Instead of being mad, the first words her father said were, “Should I drive you to Seoul instead?” Since then, she would go with her father after school to Seoul, practicing and training before coming home.

During her first year in high school, Harin told her family that she was training to be an idol and got permission to live in Seoul along with her older brother who was starting university. Harin transferred to School of Performing Arts (SOPA) and busied herself in training after school.

In the process of looking for an apartment to stay, the siblings pondered if they should live near the university or near the company, to which Harin immediately suggested they should live near the university so Haru could have an easy time going to university. Haru disagreed saying her safety is of the utmost importance to him and they should live near the company. After a whole fight Harin won and they lived near the university, which Haru is still very thankful of especially during his last years of college.

After four years of training, Yoon Harin was soon added to the line-up and debut of the six member group, TXT. Following in the footsteps of her sunbae Ahn Seohyun (Sua) as the only female member of the group.

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niksshitwriting · 11 months

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Neffarous Files: Chapter 1

“Fun fact for all you kids out there, Getting your face slammed into a police car hurts.”

The burly officer rolled his eyes, shifting his wing.

“You good there Grillz?” his partner asked, grabbing the teenager they were arresting by the back of the neck and tossing him into their car.

“Yeah,” Grillz replied, rubbing at the first joint on his wing as he pulled it forwards some, “Small kid, but he packs one hell of a punch.”

The teen in the car knocked lightly on the window with his forehead, and when the Hawks turned, he gave them a cocky shit-eating grin. The smaller of the two rolled his eyes and walked around the side to the drivers’ seat.

“Yo,” The teenager said from the back as the officer got in.

No response.

The teen huffed and leaned forward, pushing on the back of his own seat with his wings, “Hey, I’m hungry. Do you have any snacks?” he asked. The officer looked back.

“I’m not allowed to feed you, kid.”

“Rude.”

“Rules.”

the teen huffed again and flopped back in the seat. At some point during their conversation the burly officer had climbed in too, slipping his massive wings, the teen guessed a golden eagle’s, into the wing-rests all the Hawks’s cars had for the officers.

Of course the criminals in the back had to deal with leaning on their wings and being slightly uncomfortable. What a travesty.

The teen looked at the roof of the car above him and opted to spend the familiar drive to the NightWatch Holding Facility counting the corrugations.

Again.

Around halfway through, Grillz spoke, breaking the teen’s focus.

“Hey, what’s your name kid?”

“You made me lose count!”

“Long name,” the officer who was driving noted, and the teen could feel his smirk.

“Assholes, the lot of you. And to answer your question, none.”

Grillz grumbled, “Kid, you can’t just not have a name.”

The teen shrugged, “I’ve got plenty of affectionate nicknames, if you want those. ‘little motherfucker’, ‘that brat’, ‘crow kid’, ‘idiotic child’, you know, the works.”

Just another grumble in response.

Wow, the teenager thought, No sense of comedy.

———————

The teenager slumped against the cold metal table, hands cuffed to the bar welded on, legs bouncing absently. He glanced at the mirror he knew was glass on the other side, silently urging whichever detective was on the other side to just get in here.

And as if he was telepathic, a woman walked in. She was short, the teenager noticed immediately, with black hair pulled into a severe bun and peregrine wings on her back. She sat down across from him and tilted her head to the side.

“I’m told you don’t have a name?” she phrased it like a question, though it was more of just a factual statement.

The teenager rolled his eyes, “Nope.”

“Your schooling records have you as one Arlo Jarkonsin.”

“Random name for official purposes, I didn’t think of it. I respond to pretty much anything.” he shrugged in response.

“Is there something you would prefer I call you during this interview?” she asked, leaning onto the table too, now.

The teenager sighed, “You really aren’t going to give this up, are you? Alright, uhhh…” he looked around the room, eyes falling on the drab gray-bricked walls and metal furniture.

The very shiny metal furniture.

“Silver.” he said, it was random, but kind of nice. He pondered what the woman’s reaction would have been if he had said table instead of its color.

He giggled at the notion.

“Is something funny, Mr. Silver?”

He leaned back, adjusting his wings over the back of the chair.

“Just this situation. Now weren’t you gonna ask me some questions or something?”

The woman nodded and straightened up in her chair, “Yes. I’m keeping all of this on record,” she held up a little black box and clicked a button, “Now, my name is Detective Harin Sups, and we know that there was no record of you anywhere until two years ago.”

Silver nodded.

“Where were you before that?”

Silver looked at the ceiling, pondering, “it was a lovely place, really. Always nice and bright, and never too hot. A bunch of people there, all talked to me. Really a great little community we had.”

The detective looked unimpressed, “Does this place have a name?”

“Nope,” Silver replied, popping the ‘p’.

“And why did you come here, if it was so great there?”

Silver’s face darkened for half a second before it returned to the pensive, wistful look, “I got bored, and a couple things went awry.”

“I see.”

She sounded very unimpressed.

Silence.

Silver hated silence.

He started tapping his fingers on the table, first, third, second, fourth, over and over. It was a natural pattern, comforting, even.

“I can’t figure it out,” Detective Harin muttered.

Silver raised his eyebrows in question.

“Why you would choose to commit such horrible crimes. We’ve brought you in on charges of robbery, assault, and arson, and every time you refused to give us your name, and talked your way out of conviction.”

“Yeah, what about it? No one wants to go to jail for shit they don’t do.”

“But you did,” she said, “You’ve said you did. And this time we have video evidence of you breaking into a building by the Edge and attempting to open the safe. And when the NightWatchers arrived, we watched the video of you attacking them.”

“I wanted money, thought the rich guys that weren’t quite rich enough to live in the Posher could spare some change.” Silver replied casually, tilting his head back.

“But why do you do it? Why do you commit the horrible crimes when you could work honestly and get the same amount of money?”

Silver just laughed, leaning forward, he gave the detective a demeaning grin, elbows pressed against the cold metal table.

“Why would I want to be good and honest when I can be morally gray and commit crimes?”

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mkayoung · 2 years

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hyubcore · 1 year

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part four .

They would go together to Gwangju.

It wasn’t worth sitting around, waiting for someone to save them. There was new life on its way. There was no reason not to go.

Giwook healed rather fast, considering the circumstances. He slept through his pains for the most part, sweating out the more intense waves as Yonghoon would hold a wet cloth to his forehead. Jaehyun had led the group towards their motor home, which they had parked in a field on the other side of the woods. Whenever Dongmin would try and walk towards the wounded boy, Dongsung would hurriedly pick up his son and scoop him away, but each time it brought a smile to Giwook’s face.

“He’s cute,” Giwook managed to muster out. The group exchanged looks at the sound of Giwook’s deep and hoarse voice. Dongsung smiled towards him before sitting down in front of one of the tents. Dongmin sucked his thumb as he nuzzled his head in his father’s neck.

“So you’ve just been waiting here?” Harin asked that night as him and Rin worked to build the fire. Haejoo was inside their motorhome, feeding Dongmin, while Dongsung and Jaehee worked to tidy things up before their departure.

“Pretty much. It’s felt rather safe anyway, only came across a handful of chompers,” Rin explained as they threw a couple branches into the fire pit. Flecks of burning ash flew above the flame, then fell peacefully onto the ground. Yonghoon reached for a canteen as he looked down at Giwook. The younger boy was fast asleep, chest slowly rising and falling with the rhythm of his breaths. Yonghoon softly pressed his hand to the boy’s forehead. He wasn’t burning up anymore.

Harin slowly paced around the area, the crunching of the leaves and branches under his feet adding to the crackling from the fire. Yonghoon unscrewed the cap to the canteen and took a small sip. He felt Rin’s eyes following his small movements.

“What did you guys do?” she asked, her piercing eyes digging through their very souls like daggers. “Before everything…you know.”

Yonghoon let out a small chuckle at the question. Harin looked over at him, then at Rin, then back at his feet. Everyone stayed quiet. Hyungu looked at Yonghoon from across the firepit, eyes somber in the orange light. Yonghoon felt a pang in his chest for a moment as he reminisced on what things used to be like. Before.

“I was in vocational school. Fun times,” Harin chuckled as he kicked at the dirt.

“Does it matter anymore?” Hyungu interjects after a small moment of stillness. Coming from anyone else, Yonghoon would have maybe laughed, but Hyungu sounded serious. “We’re here now. What was past…is irrelevant now.” He threw a stray branch into the fire. Rin sat down next to him, looked at him like they were examining him. He just stared back.

Jaehyun kneeled in front of the flame and held out his hands for warmth.

“He’s right,” Jaehyun added. “We’re here now.”

Yonghoon looked down at Giwook, who had been stirring around in his spot. He tucked the blanket covering him into the boy’s sides. He thought what Hyungu said was true—being here now, though, he had something to care about. Someone. He didn’t care if the rest of them made it to Gwangju or not, at least not yet, but he just wanted Giwook to feel comfortable. There was a weird, foreign urge to keep the boy safe, even though they barely knew each other.

Jaehyun then went inside the motorhome, shortly returning with a bucket of water. He grabbed a makeshift table made from sticks and rope, set the bucket on top, then carefully placed it over the fire. He then brushed off his hands, wiping them on his jeans, and disappeared into his respective tent. Yonghoon then realized they didn’t have another tent for his group.

“Um, where are we sleeping?” Yonghoon asked at the thought, looking around their little campsite. There was Jaehyun’s tent, and they had already packed the other one into the motorhome.

“Who said you were sleeping?” Rin joked, but nobody laughed except for Yonghoon, who was fake laughing. As if on cue, Dongsung walked out the side of the RV with a blanket in his hand.

“There’s a little booth inside the van,” Dongsung spoke as he looked over the pale sitting above the fire. “Two of you can sleep there. Won’t be able to lie down, but it’s better than sitting out here. Jaehee and Rin will stay in the tent, I’ll sit out here and keep watch.”

Although the idea of closing his eyes and drifting off into a place very far away from earth sounded like pure bliss, Yonghoon knew deep down that he wouldn’t even be able to sleep, given Giwook’s condition and the fact that he didn’t really know these people. He almost found it suspicious how welcoming they all were. Didn’t even question his group—maybe because the profuse bleeding of Giwook’s leg made them desperate enough, but besides—maybe, Yonghoon was so devoid of humanity, it didn’t make sense. People still being kind after everything.

Harin and Hyungu slept inside the motorhome. As much as he wanted to, Yonghoon didn’t make much small talk with Dongsung. Yonghoon kept nodding off, but whenever he felt his head start to drop, he awakened right away, then would look down at Giwook. The younger boy didn’t wake up at all during the night.

They packed up at sunrise. Dongsung woke up Jaehyun and Jaehee and Rin as soon as he saw the slightest peak of the sun. Jaehyun demolished the tent, packed up their things, then started pouring the purified water from the bucket and into their canteens. Eventually, Harin walked out of the RV, letting out a big yawn. As Dongsung and Jaehyun worked to load things up, Yonghoon watched Giwook. He was still asleep.

Yonghoon placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder, kept it there for a moment, then started to shake him awake.

“Giwook,” he almost-whispered. “Giwook.”

The younger boy shifted as he awoke. He winced as he tried to move his leg, forgetting the gaping wound that was still healing. Yonghoon put a hand on Giwook’s forehead, feeling his body temperature. It had gone down since the night before, which was a good sign, and they needed a good omen that morning.

“We’re gonna start moving, okay? Can you get up for me?” Yonghoon asked with a softness in his voice he seemed to reserve for only Giwook. Hyungu walked over to the two, squatting on the opposite side of Giwook. Hyungu helped him sit up, and Giwook groaned. Yonghoon rubbed his back as he tried to comfort him. He rubbed his eyes, then looked down at his leg, sighing deeply.

“How’s it feeling?” Yonghoon asked. Giwook leaned back on his hands.

“Better, but it still hurts,” he answered. “How long will we be on the road?”

Yonghoon smiled to himself as he noticed how much more talkative Giwook had been. Dongsung had walked by to grab the last of their things to load into the motorhome, and when he heard Giwook talking as well, he smiled over at Yonghoon. He reached down into his duffel, pulling out a pill bottle.

“I’ve been saving these for emergencies, but I think he’s been through enough. We’ll give him one for now, see if it works,” Dongsung said as he crouched down next to Hyungu. He grabbed a single tablet from the bottle, handing it to Giwook. Yonghoon scoured for his water bottle, then brought it to Giwook’s mouth after he placed the pill on his tongue. As soon as Giwook swallowed, Yonghoon and Hyungu helped him stand.

“He’ll ride with me and Haejoo, just so I can keep an eye on him,” Dongsung said, voice louder as he walked over to the camper. He opened the door for Hyungu and Yonghoon to help Giwook inside, and after they struggled up the steps, they laid Giwook down on the long bench, making sure his leg was elevated.

Giwook looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep his focus. He had been going in and out all night. He had trouble discerning what was real and what wasn’t—at one point he heard someone singing, but when he looked up, no one was moving their lips at any point. He also heard a walker sneak up behind him, but that obviously wasn’t real, for he was still alive, pondering on what was reality and what wasn’t.

But the sound of Haejoo’s groans were real as ever as she winced on the opposite side of the RV hunched over the table of the booth. He looked over at her, then over at Dongsung as he entered the vehicle again.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked as he tended to her immediately. Rin and Jaehee quickly followed.

“It hurts,” she moaned. “I think I’m having contractions. I don’t know.”

Dongsung’s eyes widened, and he grabbed the same pill bottle he used for Giwook. “Just one for now, love. Try to close your eyes—we’re leaving now, okay? It’ll be a couple hours.”

Haejoo nodded as she leaned her head back. Rin went to the sink, grabbing a towel from the cabinet above, wetting it and wringing it out. They quickly returned to Haejoo and placed the towel on her forehead.

“I’ll watch her, Jaehee will watch Giwook. We should probably leave now,” Rin suggested. Dongsung nodded and walked toward the front of the vehicle, sitting down behind the wheel.

The drive to Gwangju was long, but calm for that matter. Haejoo slept well, and so did Giwook, despite the bumpy roads and occasionally driving over Walkers. Thankfully, Giwook didn’t have any more weird nightmares or hallucinations—he managed to actually sleep. He thought maybe the soft music Dongsung played had helped with the fact. Yonghoon, Hyungu, and Harin followed closely behind Yonghoon, Jaehyun and Hyungu in the Honda, Harin on his motorcycle. At one point, Harin zoomed ahead of them like the impatient guy he was. Yonghoon and Hyungu made small talk, and at one point, started talking about their lives before it all broke out, until the sound of Haejoo’s screams interrupted them.

They could hear it from the inside of the RV. The shrill sound of her yelping made Yonghoon’s heart sink into his chest, especially considering the fact that there were stray Walkers all around, and they immediately took note of the sound. More began to emerge from the surrounding areas, getting closer and closer to the group. Harin was out of sight by then—fortunately for him.

Haejoo started throwing up. The pain continued to grow as time passed. Her screams grew louder as well, up to the point where Giwook sacrificed his comfortable position laying down for her. He wanted to help, but felt useless. Haejoo gripped Rin’s hand tight as Jaehee kept petting her hair, trying to grant her some relief.

“Just hang on, dear, a little longer to go,” Dongsung shouted from the front of the vehicle. Dongmin was sitting in the passenger’s seat at the time, covering his ears from the commotion going on in the back.

Yonghoon slowed down as he struggled to maneuver through the pile of Walkers surrounding them. He plowed through the herd as he accelerated. Hyungu kept looking behind them at the crowd, half of which were dismantled from Yonghoon’s car running them over.

“Looks like they’re slowing down, just keep going. Pass them if you need to,” Hyungu instructed, referencing the other vehicle. Yonghoon felt guilty leaving them behind, but God, were they going slow as ever. Yonghoon sped past them, up to where the road stretched into an overpass, high enough to be unable to see the other side. Hyungu looked behind them, and the RV was free of any lingering Walkers, and they sped up to reach their distance on the overpass.

Yonghoon let out a deep breath as he looked behind through the rearview mirror. “Haejoo’s definitely going into labor in there,” he commented, imagining the chaos that was probably going on inside. He quickly ignored the thought as they crossed the overpass, onto a road just next to a big building that looked like something of a prison. They looked and noticed a giant line of people outside.

“That’s it,” Jaehyun commented. Yonghoon slowed down as he looked over to the building. There were no signs, no indicators of what it was—just the bricks and barbed wire fences that made up the place, along with a small group of people working outside.

They made the exit off the highway, onto a dirt road that led up to the building. Yonghoon slowed down as they neared. The RV sped ahead of them and parked on the side of the open space in front of the building. Dongsung quickly emerged, motioning for the others in the car to help them.

“She’s having contractions. Is this the place? Are you sure of it?” Dongsung panicked. Jaehyun nodded.

“I think I saw first-aid tents behind the building. There’s all these people. This has to be it,” he explained. Yonghoon walked past the two and into the RV, where Haejoo was lying on her back, Rin, Jaehee, Dongmin and Giwook watching closely. Giwook and Yonghoon stood behind as Hyungu and Dongsung tried to help her stand. Rin and Jaehee stood behind closely as Haejoo walked off the vehicle, into Jaehyun’s arms as she collapsed.

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